I never got the chance
To hold her in my arms
The doctor's all told me
That it could cause her harm
So all I could do
Was to look at her in the incubator
Wanting so much to hold her
But I knew it would have to be later
But before I ever got that chance
God called her home
Deep inside the pain I felt
Was the worst I'd ever known
Two days before she passed away
Her brother did the same
Even all these years later
I can still remember the pain
I think about what might have been
I know that game I should not play
But I do play it every now and then
When I think back to those dark days
But now I have a son
Who is fully grown
Raising him from a baby
Was the greatest pleasure known
7-27-20/RjH
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! The pain is clearly displayed in your poetic words that touch the heart of the reader. Yet, through all the darkness, there was light at the end of the tunnel. Thanks for sharing. : -)